I helped someone today at the new job. He is all alone in this country or at least I believe he is. It reminded me of what it felt like to move to the US. You’re alone even if you’re surrounded by people who are family. There are different rules. People move at a different pace and maybe inhabit a different space.

The first place I moved to had no public transportation. I had to rely on others to get to and from school. Then I moved to Orlando. Which isn’t the best place for public transportation but at the very least it has a transit system. Today that young man asked me how to get to another town in Florida and his only option was a Greyhound bus.

I’m happy he had an option even it is the only one, because could you imagine if there wasn’t an option? Well I suppose he could have taken a cab, but that would have been a hell of a bill.